Not rushed, hurried or frenetically cobbled – one day, one singular focus.
Not every day, but I’m trying this more often with improving results. Work week morphs to work-weekend as playtime expands in accordance with spring weather …
Every day having focus. Not first of five or fifty-five. Exactly, one.
Who has that?
Seems an intellectual or emotional luxury.
Every time I have one of these days I find something exceptional happens. Without even looking at the lists, piles and files of things on my agenda, my agenda shrinks. Things fall off, fall behind, fall down the hierarchy list …
Nothing become less important, less urgent or less worthy.
They simply fell outside my focus – and my focus du jour grew.
And grew, and grew. Who knew?
One thing at a time, one day at a time.
written / published from Calgary, AB
morning walk: 8C/46F, clear/sunny, light breeze and bird chirps everywhere – so many signs of spring, but the grass is still brown. As are those rabbits – a taupy-beige-sand colour suitable for spring and brown grass camouflage. Gusta dawdling today, as if there was no rush – which seems very right in my mind …
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